I’d like to take a moment to properly introduce the clan of Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy.
And then there are the BOYS of OhBoyOhBoyOhBoy. Three boys definitely means a lot of noise and activity in my house. And a lot of bathroom humor…A LOT! Although I dreamed of all things frilly and girly before I became a mom, this boy mom thing has definitely grown on me. Some days I would give ANYTHING for a estrogen sympathizer, because seriously…how did pee get THERE!?!?! But for the most part I’m a pizza feeding, potty joke listening, sports cheering, boy lovin mom.
The first born. Timothy. Also know on social media as Large.
Large, my stubborn tween, may be the death of me. Smarter then I fear he’ll ever realize. He’s got a heart and mind that could change the world if he simply stops fighting against the rules long enough to try. He is a talented athlete who gives more effort in a day than many do in a lifetime. There is no greater joy for me than watching him do what he is so passionate about. He pretty much eats, sleeps and breathes sports. If he isn’t playing or watching a sport, he is often reading about them.
The middle child. Johnny. Also know on social media as Medium.
Medium, my quiet middle child. Often feeling lost in the mix of things, you may not even realize he’s around until he’s READY for you to notice. And when he’s ready YOU better me too. With a kind heart and a strong desire for fairness, he can often be found fighting against the injustice of life as the middle child. He will often jump at the chance to prove to you that he can things, especially if he may be able to do them better than the ‘first born.’ He love magic and all things Minecraft and will spend hours sharing either one of them with you if you’ll let him.
The youngest child. Bryan. Also know on social media as Small.
Small, my snuggle lovin youngest child is quite literally the sunshine of days. At seven years old, he is the breath of fresh air to his more brooding brothers. Rather than stretching and testing me, he’s much more likely to launch a “sneak attack” full of surprise hugs and kisses. He, much like his brothers, is extremely smart. He is a fabulous reader and as silly and fun as they get. He can be quiet and maybe even a little suspicious of other adults but once he’s comfortable around people he is a TOTAL ham.
**Story behind Small, Medium and Large nicknames.
I’m not sure quite why but many people (including some close friends and family) have struggled with keeping the names of my older two, who are not quite Irish twins straight. However, they can usually remember which is the oldest and which is the middle. So when a friend’s daughter referred to Johnny as ‘the medium’ one one day after spending time with us, it simply stuck. Small Medium and Large. Even if there is next to no height difference at the moment between Medium and Large, they will forever be S/M/L to me now!!
Intros from 2011:
Timmy: He’s been amazing us since well before his first birthday with his desire to learn. We knew early on that he was something special. As with all things there are pro’s and con’s. With Timmy’s inspiring intellect comes an energy that can be overwhelming. In 2008 he was diagnosed with ADHD and since we began treatment he has continued to soar even faster. With his energy curbed just a bit, his amazing heart and kindness just shine through. He is an amazing big brother and always has been, even at the very young age of 13 months.
Johnny: The stereotypical middle child in so many ways. He is both a lover AND a fighter. Quick to cuddle or anger. His is my imaginative little man. As a toddler he spent hours if not days pretending to be other people or things. He now states he wants to make movies when he grows up and I have no doubt that he will if that’s what he sets his mind too. There’s never a dull moment with him around.
Bryan: My spoiled little guy. He is the cutest thing ever…and he knows it. I truly believe God gave me this little angel to keep me smiling in the very dark days of my mom’s illness and passing. The twinkle in his eyes is an ever present reminder that God has NOT deserted me in taking such a huge piece of my life. My strong willed little goof ball reminds me that she will live on through us as long as we continue to live and love!